Luncheon Date

My husband and I rarely go out for a lunch date together. I can probably count on one hand and part of another how many times we have lunched out in the past 20 years... so I was very excited when we made plans today and actually followed through with them. We decided to go to the Filling Station... a very yummy place, indeed.

I was really happy to be there with Peter... again, let me emphasize that the planets seem to have to align for us to go to lunch alone together... so when I informed Peter that I had brought along a friend, I was happy that he didn't seem to mind... maybe because she is so darn cute.

Then when we discovered Windy-Lou invited Hugs along, well Peter was fine with that as well. (Peter is a swell guy, no doubt.)

And of course, Hugs pretty much goes nowhere without Squoze... so much for our Luncheon Date. Luckily Peter is a “the more the merrier” kind of guy.

Speaking of luck...we were lucky none of us got kicked out of the place... the door sign says it all.

We all had a lovely time and agreed we should go on a Luncheon Date more often.

Bonkers for Blythe

Clara Bow is here. We have big plans for a movie shoot this summer. Stay tuned.

Dead Girl

This past weekend, Olivia was in a play that took place in a graveyard tucked away in a nearby neighborhood. The graveyard is filled with the descendants of the founders of Johnson County, Kansas and Olivia played the part of Ann Johnson... the niece of Reverend Johnson, who founded the Shawnee Indian Mission. Ann died when she was 14. The play was about the various people who lived at the mission and each actor basically did a monologue about their daily life and some of the historical incidents that took place there as well. Olivia did a really great job. I thought the whole thing was going to be a little like "Waiting for Gufman" but it was actually really cool. They did 4 performances on both Saturday and Sunday.


Genevieve and Olivia and I were looking at this photograph (and the one above.) G and I noticed the pink foggy stuff around the ground. Genevieve is certain that it is the ghost of Ann Johnson. I bet we could get this on some sort of bad ghost hunting show with this (like the ones on the History Channel). Do you suppose Ann Johnson likes the color magenta?